Lately you've been afloat
Grasping on air and stumbling each time

Always lost,
always searching
For something to ground you,
something to call yours

Lately you've been dreaming
Of what-ifs and could-have-beens

Never knowing,
never wanting to
As you'll only be left wondering
But still alone

Blasted by the wind,
Consumed in blazing fire,
Sulked in the rain
and now here you are,
on your feet, resilient
with a smirk that says 'I finally see it now'

Settled dust on your palms twinkled
No one else would again take away your light
No more free floating,
You need only acceptance from yourself

Brushing off the smudge on your face
'Welcome back',
you thought as your bare feet landed on solid ground

You kept sending me mixed signals
A week ago, you were telling me you miss me
Now you're saying you wanna call it quits
Remember when you joked about being obsessed with me lately?
I so badly wanted to know what changed
between you being sober and after a bottle of gin

Funny how the most guarded people are often the most sentimental too.

I still carry a part of all the people I’ve loved before.

I’m sure you’ll still find in me traces and bits that say ‘you were here.’

And I don’t think that’s necessarily a bad thing; it just means that I love few and rarely, but I love deep.

And that the love felt— no matter how short or long it lasted— was real.

No more rule breaking
Finally realized that I used to break my own rules
for people who eventually hurt then left me in the end